She nodded.
“Show me.”
She looked up at the vaulted ceiling, then sighed and reached into her purse. Did she expect him to change his mind and take her on her word? She had no word—she’d lied to him. Used him. She retrieved the cell phone from her bag and gave it to him. “Listen, I’m not here to hurt you or your people. I just need to find the culprit and make him or her pay.”
“You lied to me. You said you didn’t know anything about my culture, but you’ve probably studied it before.”
How could he have been so stupid? He’d been so smitten, so turned on he never thought clearly. Sure, maybe his buying her at the auction was a coincidence…but her wanting to avenge her stepmother was not. What the hell would she do with the information? Blackmail? Expose the culprit? What kind of woman really was Izzy Lima?
The main vein in her neck jumped. “A little. I read what I could get my hands on.”
“And you lured me in here, in the middle of an important night, so you could get here earlier and find what you were looking for.”
“Yes.”
What a fool I am.
He shortened the gap between them and clasped her shoulders, pushing her in between two floor-to-ceiling shelves, where he knew no cameras could record them. Determination and excitement pounded through his veins. She’d done him wrong—and now she’d pay for it.
He pushed her against the wall and hiked up her dress. Endless amounts of rich fabric spilled over his hands, but he fumbled until he found her underwear and tugged it at both sides.
She gasped. “Are you going to fuck me after what I’ve done?”
A shiver of anticipation ran through him. “You got what you wanted—it’s only fair I get what I want too,” he said gruffly, hating himself for not being able to stop wanting her. He should, by all means, end any sexual liaison now. He’d always been a strong man, but damn Izzy, she weakened him.
She met his stare, her eyes darkening. The brown one shifted to an almost black, and the green one became a lush forest green. “Great. Will I get my cell phone back after?” she asked evenly.
He ripped her underwear, and she moaned, sending him over the edge. Without delay, he thrust three fingers inside her pussy. God, she was so fucking wet already. “We’ll see.”
She parted her lips, eyes half closed. He could take a picture of her sultry expression, or paint a canvas if he had the talent. She clenched her thighs around him, showing him she wanted him to give her some release. Not yet. Not after what she’d done.
He removed his fingers from her naughty cunt and lifted them, bringing them to her lips. She whimpered in protest, causing his cock to swell even more. A hot pulse menaced his temples. “Taste yourself. See why I could make a living out of eating your pussy.”
She stuck out her tongue and licked his fingers up and down. He slid them past her lips, and she sucked them the same way she had with his cock the previous night. She moaned, sheer lust clouding her expression, and all of a sudden she had the energy of a lifelong madam and not a woman who had been a virgin until he’d taken it from her. He had—no one else.
Without taking her eyes off his, she continued to lick his fingers, a soft moan escaping her. He trembled and jerked his fingers away from her, an edgy sensation overpowering him. If she’d been a virgin before, she sure learned how to leverage his attraction to her fast.
He motioned to open his pants, then his hands slid down. The fucking robe. She launched herself at him, clasping her hand on each side, swooshing the fabric apart. Hell, she learned fast. He slammed her against the wall, reaching to his pants before she could. “You think you can mess with me?”
He unzipped his pants, pulling them down with his briefs in one swift move. His cock sprang out, hard and aching for her. He lifted her against the wall, and she wrapped her legs around him. “You can’t.”
His breaths came out in bursts like he’d just sprinted a fifty-floor building staircase. She positioned his cock in her pussy, a glint of defiance in her eyes. He plunged inside her, and they both moaned in unison. He moved slightly, to position her in the corner of the wall and the built-in shelf, so she’d have more support. By doing so, she must have bumped against books, because several units fell to the floor.
He withdrew, only to slam deeper into her. Her loud whimper cut the air, and he continued to pump into her, each time stronger. Soon, he felt the pressure building and about to burst, so he flicked her clit with his thumb. He’d done it so many other times, but now he matched the intensity of each thrust to the way he worked her swollen bud.
Sounds that seemed ripped from her throat filled the space. A shade of red spread across her face, pupils dilating. He upped the tempo even more, and soon, she shouted his name, quivering, encircling his head with her hands. While she came, he thrust one last time, and pleasure detonated through him, claiming him. Mocking him.
He filled her with his cum, and his knees buckled under him. Too much—the sensations spreading within him like fire on timber. Who was he kidding when he said she couldn’t mess with him? She’d already messed with him—and now it was time to face the consequences.
…
Izzy wiped the sweat from her face, catching her breath.
Reality slowly crept under her skin, and goose bumps followed. He knows. She disengaged from him, her body still tingling from the intense sex, her heart barely keeping up with the quickened beats.
“What happens now?”
Nassor pulled up his pants and fixed himself. The robe she’d torn didn’t look regal. A shot of awareness ran through her. She’d done that to him.
